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Super Lovers: Closer Than Ever	By : djserani Category: -Misc Anime > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5361 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or world in Super Lovers and make no money from it.

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Author's note:
Sorry this update took longer than I'd hoped. Thank you for your patience!
Yet again, characters, world, etc. belong to Abe-sensei. I'm just borrowing it and have no intention of ever making money off it.
I considered updating the tags, but I think "explicit sex" covers anything I might include. We already know it's incest, I don't write rape, and the only other thing I'd write (BDSM) isn't in this story, so. I should also point out something, here. I don't write yaoi. I write gay romance. That means you won't see a lot of the typical yaoi conventions in my sex. There's no "no no! stop!" that really means "yes." No one is forced. Consent and at least a nod to safe sex is important to me. Also lube. Dry anal makes me curl into a little ball and cry. Just sayin'.
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It took all Shima had to wrestle her off him. “God dammit, Higurashi-san!” He unceremoniously dumped her onto her butt, then managed to get to his feet. He glared at the woman still sitting on the floor as he dragged his arm across his face to wipe off her kiss.
“What, Shima-kun? Why?” She blinked up at him, looking more than a little confused.
Shima blinked at her. “What part of “no” don’t you understand? I said no. I don’t want to kiss you. I don’t want to have sex with you. I don’t want to do anything like that with you. We’re not even dating, for fuck’s sake.”
“But… we don’t have to date for that, right?”
“I do.” Shima closed his eyes and took a breath. “You know, it doesn’t matter. I’m not doing this, not now. You need to get your stuff and get out.” By the time he was done, he was shouting louder than Aki ever did. He couldn’t help it, though. He certainly didn’t like being forced, but the look on Aki’s face before he bolted was a thousand times worse. He looked like he’d been shot. Shima had promised Aki he wouldn’t do something like that and while it wasn’t exactly the same as what had happened with the girl before, it was too damned similar. So Shima could understand all too well why Aki would have reacted. He would have expected more shouting, rather than that look and Shima wasn’t sure why Aki had looked like that, but it didn’t matter.
That look hit Shima like a punch to the gut. It took his normally-calm emotions and threw them into a whirlwind. He was caught between his insides twisting up in fear and hurt and pure fury at the girl still on the floor.
Haru stepped into the room from the direction of the cafe. “What’s up? What’s with all the shouting?”
“I… I have to go get Aki. Can you make sure she leaves?” Shima glared as he pointed at Higurashi.
Haru blinked down at her, then looked up at Shima. He wasn’t sure what Haru saw on his face, but without hesitation or question, Haru nodded once. “Go.”
Shima didn’t wait another second. He wasn’t sure if he touched the floor between his spot by the couch and the genkan. It took every ounce of patience he possessed to stop long enough to actually make sure his shoes were on right, but he did it. He also managed to grab an umbrella before running out the door.
He prayed to every deity in existence that Aki would go where Shima expected him to. Even nearly running, it was taking way too long. He had to wait for traffic to clear before he could cross the street. Then there were too many umbrellas on the sidewalk and he had to try to dodge those. Finally, the path was clear and he could make it into the park.
He’d never been so annoyed with the curving paths of the park. The delay of going around the fences—just a little too high and sharp to jump—was pissing him off. Just one more curve, though, and Shima pushed between the bushes and was standing next to his brother.
Shima squatted next to Aki, taking in the bowed back and shaking shoulders and tried to figure out where to begin. “It wasn’t what—” Shima shook his head. Too damned cliché. “I didn’t want that,” he said instead. “I didn’t kiss her.”
“Bullshit,” Aki said, voice muffled by his arms.
“I didn’t. She kissed me. She pushed me down.” He reached out with one hand but before he could touch Aki’s shoulder, Aki slapped the hand away.
“Don’t. Just…” He shook his head. “I don’t… I shouldn’t give a fuck.”
Shima swallowed, not sure how to take that. The wind kicked up then and despite the bushes and trees, the rain blew sideways for a moment. “Come on, we can talk at home out of the rain.”
“I don’t care.”
“You’ll care when you’re sick.” This time he grabbed Aki’s arm before his brother could fight it. “Let’s go.”
Aki glared up at him then and Shima was taken aback at the pain in Aki’s face. Despite the rain, Shima could clearly make out tear tracks among the raindrops. What the hell?
Shima stared for a moment at the expression, trying to wrap his head around why this reaction from his brother was so strong. Like the comment before about how Aki shouldn’t give a fuck, he didn’t know what to do with this. Taking a breath, Shima pushed the thoughts down firmly. He didn’t know exactly how to read this and they had bigger things to focus on right then, anyway.
“Please?” Shima said, softly.
It took another moment, but finally Aki stood up. He was soaked all the way through. Shima, in fact, was wet too, but he didn’t pay attention to that. He was worried first about getting Aki home.
They stepped out of their clearing and back onto the path. Shima tried to figure out how to begin. “I didn’t—”
“You said we’d talk at home,” Aki reminded him.
That surprised Shima. Aki had never shied away from a fight, never been one to delay it, either. He didn’t know what to do with it, though, so he kept his silence as they walked.
Awkward didn’t begin to describe their walk home. Neither spoke at all, and as they walked, worry, fear, and doubt piled together in Shima’s head. Aki’s reaction, even with the promise Shima had made about the people he tutored, seemed out of proportion.
Aki had never seemed to mind before when Shima had a girlfriend. Shima tried to remember if he’d ever kissed a girl in front of Aki, but he couldn’t seem to come up with a single instance. He hadn’t wanted to see Aki’s girlfriends, but that had been because of his frustrating unrequited feelings. When he thought it through, though, he really couldn’t remember ever seeing Aki so much as kiss any of his girlfriends, but they hadn’t exactly spent every single minute around each other when they’d been dating others, either. Shima frowned at that line of thought, but all it did was frustrate him more.
Gratitude filled him when they stepped into the house. Shima was glad to see Higurashi had left and Haru was nowhere to be found, either. Shima guessed he’d gone back to the cafe.
“We need towels.” Shima kicked his shoes off quickly and left Aki in the genkan as he hurried to the bathroom, grateful there was one on that floor. He was back in only a moment with towels, one of which he draped over Aki, who had apparently taken off his own shoes.
“I can dry myself,” Aki muttered, making Shima sigh.
“It’s my fault you’re wet.” Shima batted Aki’s hands away and worked on drying his hair.
“I ran out of the house.”
Shima didn’t reply to that directly. Instead, he asked, “why?”
Aki didn’t say anything for a long moment and Shima pulled the towel aside, finally meeting his twin brother’s eyes. Emotions Shima never expected to see from his brother were written clearly on Aki’s face. Naked pain, love… and want were plain to see.
“Aki?” Shima whispered.
But Aki didn’t reply. Instead he ran past Shima and was half way up the stairs before Shima realized what had happened. He chased after his brother, but by the time he caught up, Aki was in his room and the door was closed.
Except Aki hadn’t closed it entirely—though he had attempted to lock it—and Shima took advantage of that. He pushed the door open and stepped into the room.
Aki sat in the corner, once more curled in a ball, his face in his hands.
Why was this so big? What about this hit Aki so hard?
Shima stared at him for a long moment, the gears turning in his head. Could it be…? Was there a chance that… Aki felt the same way he did?
Ren’s voice piped up in the back of Aki’s head. He’d never hate you. Did he risk it? I don’t think Aki would react like that... There had to be another reason for this reaction, but Shima couldn’t come up with anything no matter how much he grappled for the answer.
His heart pounded as he squatted in front of Aki. He swallowed hard, his stomach twisting into some rather impressively complicated knots. If he was wrong, if Ren was wrong… he’d lose not only his brother, but possibly his whole family.
Hands shaking, Shima reached out and touched Aki’s hands. Aki fought him briefly, but when Shima wrapped his fingers around Aki’s wrists and tugged, Aki finally dropped his hands and looked up. Tears streamed down his face and they punched a hole through Shima’s middle. It took him swallowing several times before he could speak. “I love you.”
Aki blinked at him, and Shima held his breath, but he could tell Aki wasn’t understanding.
Shima dropped his gaze to their hands. “I love you. I’m…” He swallowed again, his hands shaking even harder, palms sweating, and stomach jumping. He took Aki’s hands, threading their fingers. “I’m in love with you, Aki. I didn’t want her. I don’t want anyone…” He took another breath. “I don’t want anyone that’s not you.”
Every moment Aki didn’t answer, Shima’s heartbeat sped up. Aki simply sat there, his mouth hanging open slightly. Shima tried to decipher the look on Aki’s face, but he was having real trouble. Was that… hope? Did Shima trust that? His breathing shortened as he wracked his brains to figure it out. If it was hope, if Aki wanted this, but didn’t believe it… how could he prove to Aki what he was saying?
Shima forced another breath which wasn’t nearly deep enough, then dropped to his knees in front of Aki. Hands still shaking, he reached out, cupping Aki’s cheeks. Praying harder than he ever had before in his life, he closed the distance. He hesitated, a scant centimeter from Aki’s lips. But he’d come this far and there was no turning back.
That last tiny distance disappeared as Shima caught Aki’s lips in the kind of kiss brothers are never supposed to share. He nibbled at Aki’s lips, then slid his tongue over the bottom one. Aki opened to him and lifted both hands at the same time, gripping the back of Shima’s wet shirt.
Shima slid his tongue along Aki’s, losing himself completely in a taste he never thought he’d get to experience. Amazing, incredible… Shima couldn’t come up with the right word. Perfection was the closest he could find. Their mouths moved, they nibbled, then deepened the kiss again before Shima pulled back.
Eyes identical to his own met his, so full of emotion, Shima couldn’t begin to name each one. Tears still fell, though, and Shima’s chest seized up. “Aki?”
“Are you fucking with me?” If it hadn’t been so quiet in the room with nothing but the rain beating against the window, Shima might not have heard it. “Please… please don’t be fucking with me.” The tears fell faster and Shima leaned in again, kissing one cheek, then the other, clearing the tears with his lips.
“Never. Not about this.” Shima shook his head, then caught Aki’s lips in another kiss. He once more slid his tongue into Aki’s mouth, deepening the kiss again. Aki’s arms tightened around him and when Aki relaxed his legs, Shima moved in a little more, bracing one arm on the wall about his brother. When he broke the kiss this time, he was panting in an attempt to remember how to breathe. “Tell me I can touch you.”
Aki’s answer was to pull Shima in and tug at his shirt. Shima sat back long enough to peel the wet shirt over his head and toss it aside. He pulled at Aki’s and his brother moved forward just long enough for Shima to pull the T-shirt completely off. It landed with a wet plop that Shima ignored, then he tugged on Aki until he was up on his knees and they were touching from chest to knees. Shima wrapped his arms around Aki tightly, unwilling to leave a molecule of air between them if he could help it. It was too much of a dream for him, something he’d fantasized about, hoped for, for way too long. He needed to feel.
He threaded his fingers through Aki’s wet hair then caught his lips in another long, thorough kiss, thrilling in the taste and feel. Someone moaned, but Shima wasn’t entirely sure if it was him or Aki. He didn’t care, simply let his hands slide down over Aki’s back, mapping the muscles and dips, to rest on his wet-denim-clad hips.
With effort, Shima pulled back, panting. He looked down, letting his gaze move over Aki’s chest. “God you’re gorgeous,” he whispered before he could stop himself.
“Don’t you look in a mirror?” Aki asked with a shaky smile.
Shima looked up, caught between amusement at the blush on Aki’s cheeks—clearly, he hadn’t been expecting the compliment—and relief that Aki seemed to be closer to his normal self. Shima slid his hand around to Aki’s chest, then up along it, stopping with his hand over Aki’s heart. It pounded under his palm and Shima swallowed, his own heart beating just as hard, almost as if it was trying to match his twin’s. “Not even remotely the same,” Shima managed, his voice rough with arousal.
He met Aki’s eyes, sliding his hand back up to cup Aki’s jaw and pulling him back in for another kiss. As his eyes slid closed, Shima let himself bring his other hand to Aki’s ass, squeezing it through his jeans. They needed to get out of their wet clothes, but Shima couldn’t seem to hold onto that thought for long, too full as he was, of the feel of Aki’s body in his arms, against him, as he’d been dreaming of for so long.
When Aki shifted and cupped Shima’s cock through his wet pants, he couldn’t resist taking his own feel. He managed to wrestle the button open on Aki’s jeans, then pull the zipper down—no mean feat with the still-wet denim—then slid his hand inside to cup Aki’s hard cock.
Shima moaned at the feel, a thousand times better than anything he could imagine. He ran his hand along the length, teasing the tip with his thumb, but he was having a very difficult time kissing Aki, touching Aki’s cock, and having Aki’s hand on his own. Pulling back again, Shima panted hard, trying to remember how to simply breathe for a moment.
Then he got to his feet and held out a trembling hand. Aki stared at him for a moment, then swallowed hard, before taking it and standing, as well. Keeping his gaze on Aki, Shima kissed his way over Aki’s jaw to his ear, then along his ear and down over his neck. The moan Aki let out made Shima’s cock jump and Shima rocked into Aki, their cocks grinding into each other.
There was no doubt where this was leading. If Aki felt the same way Shima did—and at this point, Shima was sure he did—then Shima was sure Aki would want to take this further. Shima had no idea, for sure, how far that would be but it would definitely involve feeling more skin. His heart pounded as he forced himself to focus, then, on getting them naked. Gathering his wits together slid his fingers under the waistband of Aki’s jeans and underwear and pushed then down over his hips. Despite how wet they were, they were still loose enough to drop to the floor.
Before Shima could do anything else, Aki worked his pants open then pushed them down, as well. Aki’s shaky hands just brought home to Shima how much this was doing for Aki and he felt a little better about his own nervousness. An awkward shuffling moment later, they were finally completely naked.
Shima had seen Aki naked often over the years. Most of that had been before puberty or during the early stages of it. Since then, he’d only been treated to a few glimpses—including the one when Aki had been in the shower—of his brother completely naked. They were twins but as he’d pointed out to Aki earlier, it wasn’t the same, even without the minor differences between them. Being able to openly look, touch, feel his brother’s body did crazy things to Shima’s insides.
He pulled Aki in until they were touching, their cocks sliding along each other’s. Both of them groaned and Shima briefly worried they’d be heard. But he reminded himself Haru was in the café and Ren was likely there, as well, and he and Aki were alone, so he forgot about it and focused solely on the man in his arms.
Catching Aki’s lips in another thorough kiss, he let himself get lost in the skin to skin contact, the feel of Aki’s hands running over his body, the taste of Aki’s kiss. Moans—sounds in Aki’s voice—filled his ears, and Shima was trying desperately to believe this was real.
He didn’t remember getting to the bed. Aki’s room wasn’t all that big, but they had been on the other side of it, and he didn’t notice them moving. But they bumped against the edge of the bed and he didn’t even think about it as he guided Aki onto it and onto his back. Once more, Shima made a trail of kisses, tasting the slightly-salty tears that had dried on Aki’s cheeks, as he made his way to Aki’s neck. Shima took a deep inhale of Aki’s scent, the very one that he’d masturbated to so recently. Being able to take it in up close and from the real thing was so much better.
It made his cock jump and remember what he wanted to do. He continued working his way down over Aki’s body, along his collarbone, then counted each rib before going back up to tease a nipple. When Aki gasped, Shima couldn’t resist working the nipple over until Aki groaned and bucked, rubbing his cock against Shima’s. Shima moved to the other, teasing it as well, thrilled when he pulled back to see them hard and dark.
Meeting Aki’s eyes, he slid down, continuing the trail over Aki’s stomach until he was even with Aki’s cock. Eyes locked to his twin’s, Shima ran his tongue lightly along the length, earning himself a loud moan. Bracing himself on one arm, Shima lifted Aki’s cock, teasing the head with his tongue then wrapping his lips around the tip.
“Fuck, Shima!” Aki kept it quiet, but it was quite clear and made Shima fight hard to remember he couldn’t just lift Aki’s legs and take. He wanted to, and in that moment, it took everything in him to hold back. But it was that very thing Shima had wanted so much to hear in Aki’s voice.
Taking a deep breath and trying—a little desperately—to calm down, he focused on giving pleasure. He worked his mouth over Aki’s cock, taking it in slowly. He nearly gagged, but managed to stop himself in time. With no experience, it was no surprise he would, but the last thing he wanted to do was screw this up for them. He had no idea if anything like this would ever happen again and he’d be damned if he was going to waste this opportunity.
Once more, he slid his lips over Aki’s cock, earning him more of those incredible moans, taking his time to keep from gagging. He got a little farther, but when Aki’s hand landed on Shima’s head and he threaded his fingers through Shima’s hair, the reaction went straight through Shima. The evidence of the pleasure he was giving Aki was almost too much.
Still, he managed to keep from losing himself completely and gave everything he could to pleasuring his brother. He pulled off, tracing the length with his tongue, then running it around the tip before taking Aki into his mouth again. Just the taste and feel of the cock in his mouth made Shima’s own strain and leak, and it was getting more and more difficult to hold back.
He pulled off and looked up, almost stunned at the look of pleasure and need on Aki’s face. Shima struggled for a moment to find his voice surprised as he was by the expression, but finally could speak. He slid a finger over Aki’s taint to his ass, teasing the tight muscle there. “Can I?”
As an answer, Aki twisted around, pulling open the bedside table and taking out a bottle that he held out. Lotion. Shima took it, a little amused at the shift in Aki’s personality. He had no idea getting his twin into bed would make him so quiet.
Shima pushed the thought off and concentrated on keeping his hands from shaking as he opened the cap and poured too much lotion over his fingers. He set the bottle aside and bent back down as Aki lifted and spread his legs. Settling himself, he teased the muscle then pushed the first finger in at the same time he went back to running his tongue over Aki’s cock.
Apparently, the twin sensations were too much. Aki let out a moan so loud, Shima was afraid they could hear him in the café. It seemed Aki realized it at the same time and stuffed his fist in his mouth immediately. Shima mourned the loss of Aki’s voice, but they seriously did not need to be interrupted, for more reasons than Shima could count then.
He turned his attention back to what he was doing. Aki had apparently relaxed a little and Shima pushed a second finger in along with the first. He did his best to keep his gaze on Aki’s face, watching his reactions. Shima slid his fingers in farther, feeling around. When Aki’s eyes widened and his toes curled, Shima swallowed Aki’s cock as much as he could and teased the spot with his fingertips.
“Shit! Fuck! Shima, stop! I’m going to come!” Aki pulled at Shima’s hair and Shima sat up a little, surprised at how fast the pleasure had hit. He didn’t pull his fingers out, though he did stop teasing Aki’s prostate.
Shima blinked up at his twin. “Um… isn’t that kind of the point?”
Aki didn’t answer right away, his gaze aimed at the ceiling as he seemed to struggle for air. “Not… not yet,” he said, voice rough. Finally, he met Shima’s eyes. “I… I want….” He swallowed, his eyes dropping to Shima’s cock, then back up to his face. “I want you inside me,” he finished with, so low Shima almost didn’t hear him.
Well, that answered that question. Shima, not sure what to say—if he could even speak—reached for the lotion bottle again, once more using too much to cover three of his fingers. Aki stiffened when Shima started to push them in, so he waited until Aki let out a breath and relaxed. Since Shima was pretty sure this was Aki’s first time—he sure as hell hoped so, anyway—he wasn’t going to take any chances. He was going to do his damnedest to make it as good as he could for Aki, especially since he had no idea what might happen after this.
Once he was sure he’d stretched Aki as much as he could, he sat back once more. As something occurred to him, he frowned. “Uh… I don’t have a condom, though….” He made sure he met Aki’s eyes. “I’ve never been with anyone.”
Aki shook his head. “Me either. I’ve never been with anyone.” He didn’t say any more, but his eyes told Shima everything. They were twins and despite the distance their feelings had caused, there were still things he didn’t need Aki to say. And right then, Aki was telling Shima he wanted to feel Shima with nothing between them.
With shaky hands, Shima picked up the lotion bottle one last time and poured some into his hand. He coated his cock in it, then moved into place, wiping the excess lotion off on the blanket. He’d volunteer to wash it later. Aki pulled his legs up and Shima lined up carefully.
Though he wanted to meet Aki’s eyes, he was too worried he’d screw this up somehow, so he focused on pushing the tip though the ring of muscle. When he was sure he wasn’t going to miss—God how embarrassing would that be?—he looked up. Now he could focus on Aki’s face, on the expressions as he worked his way slowly into Aki’s body.
Nothing in his imagination could compare to the real thing. When he was fully inside, he paused, a little afraid two thrusts in and he’d go off. He leaned forward and Aki cupped Shima’s face in his hands. Aki swallowed, took a breath, then whispered, “I love you.”
Shima bent forward that little farther and kissed Aki, this time slowly and almost softly. When he pulled back, he cleared his throat and could answer. “I love you too.”
Then he started moving.
It took everything in him to keep from going off in about three seconds flat. He figured it was fair, considering it was the first time he was inside another person and that person was the one he’d been in love with for years, at that. Still, he was not going to embarrass himself that way.
Shima wasn’t sure if it was helping to watch Aki’s face or making it worse. Aki’s expressions, his flushed face, the emotions in his eyes were doing as much to drive Shima crazy as the feel of Aki’s body so tight and hot around his cock. He shifted to brace himself on his left forearm then slid his hand between them, wrapping it around Aki’s cock. He hoped that focusing on giving his twin pleasure could help him last just a little longer.
“Oh fuck, Shima…,” Aki groaned, scrambling to grip the headboard. His legs tightened around Shima’s hips and his muscles gripped Shima’s cock a little tighter.
That was having the exact opposite effect. If they kept that up, it would be all over. But he wouldn’t stop pleasuring Aki, either. So he gritted his teeth and started doing algebraic equations in his head. He made it through three separate Pythagorean theorem problems before he admitted it wasn’t doing a damned thing.
He gave up. He let go of Aki’s cock, bracing himself better and moved in for another long, sloppy, but oh so good kiss. Aki wrapped on arm around Shima’s back and slid the other between them. When they broke apart, Shima leaned up enough to meet Aki’s gaze and give Aki room. He moved faster, thrust harder, biting his lip to help hold off just a little longer. He wanted Aki to go first, wanted to see the pleasure on his twin’s face before he gave in completely.
It only took a few moments before he was rewarded. “Shima, oh God, I’m… I can’t… oh fuck,” he groaned. He gritted his teeth, head thrown back as his muscles gripped Shima tighter and Aki’s cum shot out to cover his stomach, chest, and hand.
There was no way Shima could hold back after that. He lost all control over his voice and body. He nearly shouted Aki’s name as the orgasm hit, stealing any remaining wits Shima had. Pleasure the like of which he’d never felt before stole through him, pulling the cum from his balls to fill his twin brother. It didn’t seem to want to stop, the climax stretching out, dragging another groan from him before he finally went limp.
Shima barely managed to keep from crushing Aki when he slumped down. Breathing seemed impossible for the moment and it was all Shima could do to remember how to take air in, then let it out, one gasp at a time. Aki’s arms and legs tightened around Shima and Shima buried his face in Aki’s neck, trying to wrap his head around what had just happened.
He’d just made love to Aki. His twin brother. The man he’d been in love with for so long, he couldn’t remember anything else.
He needed to move, get his weight off Aki, but he couldn’t quite yet. Aki didn’t seem to be in any more of a hurry to change this position, so Shima dropped light kisses over Aki’s neck and shoulder. Just a few more moments, a few more kisses, a little more time before the real world crashed back in.
It wasn’t until Aki loosened his arms and legs that Shima moved. He eased slowly out of Aki’s body, then moved onto the bed. Aki went with him, and they were once more wrapped up together, their arms around each other. When Aki rested his face on Shima’s chest, he kissed the top of Aki’s head then let his own head fall back to the pillow and he stared at the ceiling.
He was trying not to panic, but as the minutes ticked by with nothing other than Aki’s arms around him, it grew anyway. What had they done? What had he? He’d been the one to confess first. Sure, Aki had said the words too, but what if he’d just been saying them to make Shima feel better?
Shima didn’t think Aki would do something like this—even with him—if there weren’t real feelings there. But… even if Aki had been telling the truth, what did they do now?
You weren’t supposed to fall in love with your brother, much less your twin brother. What would this do to Aki? What if people found out and Aki started to hate him? What if Haru did?
After all this, would he lose Aki after all?
Oh shit. Oh fuck—
“Hey, hey! What’s wrong?”
Shima looked down to see Aki looking up at him. He tried to find words, tried to come up with something, anything, to explain his panic but he couldn’t seem to get anything out. He opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, but he still couldn’t get the words past his lips.
Aki apparently read him accurately though, and Shima was once more grateful for that connection they had. Reaching up, Aki ran his fingertips over Shima’s cheek. “It’s okay. It’ll be okay. I love you. You love me. We’ll figure the rest out. I’ve known, since I figured out I love you, I’ve known how hard it’d be. But we can handle it together.”
Shima closed his eyes, struggling with the tightness in his chest. When Aki kissed him right over his heart, the pounding calmed a little. Shima opened his eyes again, meeting Aki’s gaze. He still couldn’t speak, but he tightened his arms around Aki and simply nodded.
There were so many things to figure out. Shima had no idea how he’d sleep alone after this, with his brother only a wall-width away. Despite that tiny distance, it’d feel like kilometers between them.
Would they tell Haru and Ren? Shima was sure Ren would accept them, after the conversation he and Ren had had. But he couldn’t ask Ren to keep it from Haru—unrequited feelings, yes, but not a full relationship—and despite the relationship Ren and Haru had, he didn’t know if Haru would be so understanding about he and Aki.
How would he be able to be next to Aki and yet not touch? Every time his twin was near, he’d want to touch, hold, kiss. How did they manage with all of this?
The sheer mountain of problems facing them threatened to steal Shima’s breath all over again. He didn’t know if Aki sensed his worry or if his heart was pounding again, but Aki tightened his arms a little and Shima started to calm down again. Together.
As long as Aki didn’t hate him, as long as they could face it together, they would. Shima had to hold onto that. He would hold onto that.
Because any other option would just about kill him.
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